THE LOST POEM

It came in the night —
the poem.
I went over and over its lines
in a place
where dreams and partial wakefulness
converge.
And I was so pleased.

But in the morning
the poem was gone
and though I tried desperately to retrieve it
I could not.

I felt  that I had lost a friend
and mourned a little.

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